Another Please
She could use a cigarette
She says she’s not addicted yet
But I see it in her eyes
He could use another break
And I could try and take
Away all the pain today
Another down the bar here
Mister please, be a dear
The world is so hard on us
Listen now
To the sounds
Of the sad and depressed mounds
You call humans
Don’t hesitate
Just slowly pour
The rain is seeping through the door
That’s why I feel so cold
Taking the next train out of here
Taking the next few set of tears
To another city place
Leaving behind all my time
Leaving behind all the crime
They have ever let enter here
Mister please, be a dear
The boy down your way needs a beer
I’ll have the usual you know.
Sister please put it out
Or go outside and smoke it out
I can’t take both poisons in my blood
Crystal liquid
I know I don’t need it
I’m not addicted I swear you that
You won’t believe and that’s okay
You’ll shake your head and walk away
But you want another too
Oh Jesus please
Hear my cry
I think I’m ready for that time
Yes I know it’s up to you
All of these
Stupid songs
Keep playing all night long
They think they know about hurt
For what it’s worth
I’ll put this down
And walk back home
Because I, already know
That my story will continue
He’s slumped over his chair
The girl is fixing her hair
To cover up her puffy eyes
One hand down
The smoke curls
And with it
Her mind swirls
I wonder if she’ll ever be ok
I should feel dizzy
Maybe sick
I should want to go and quit
But everything’s clearer now
I want my drink
I need it bad
But right now I think that’s all I’ll have
For what it’s worth
I will be back
Another slap in my face
I knew he’d never come home
Another drink
He’d always say
Another lie
He always gave
The pain is too much to ignore
Mister please
Be a dear
I need you to listen
Come here
Can you hear the sound tonight?
i am speechless... u R amazing u write so vividly and clearly i c u n this poem beautiful
vividly penned....almost drowned in your words...ofcourse unlike the drowning of a typical drinker.. i enjoyed the swirl of your creativity. good work
A very vivid depiction of the typical drinker.....drowing sorrows in alcohol - well written poem
Yea I quit smoking after 30 years. We all love our addictions. Good poem.
drinking away our pain and listening to all the 'you done me wrong songs', , , and the character content with the misery takes another, , , , , a cycle of an ideal drinker, , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW, this is amazing! : DDDDDD I'm honored you like mine because you're a wonderful poet!